The Prescotts Thought My Uniform Was Decorative

“Don’t.”

Russell looked at me with wet, furious eyes.

“Your daughter ruined my family.”

I laughed once.

It was an ugly sound.

Gayle came across the lawn then, no lawyer beside her. Her heels sank into the grass. She ignored the officers, the lights, the boxes, her cuffed son.

She came straight to me.

“You don’t know what she is,” Gayle said.

I waited.

Her voice continue reading …